"Master, I've been practicing until I'm fifty, but I haven't even reached the late stage of a warrior yet."
"Xiao Ma, don't be anxious. Master has only cultivated to the late stage of warrior at the age of fifty. You have two spiritual roots, so it is understandable that you are a little slower."
By a small stream in the mountains, a man of advanced age and an even older man sat by the stream, lamenting the difficulty of cultivating immortality. Well, one was just fifty years old, the other already seventy.
In the 21st century, it was certainly not easy for cultivators to still exist. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was pitifully thin, and without the resources of spiritual medicine and spiritual stones, there was no hope of prolonging one's lifespan by cultivating immortality in this miserable state.
Fortunately, once one reaches the late stage of a warrior, one's health will be strong and one will be able to enjoy everything they eat. The problem is that Ma Yue, who is already fifty years old and has not yet reached the late stage of a warrior, is still threatened by illness.
When people get old, aren't they afraid of getting sick? Cultivating to the late stages of a warrior and living comfortably to a hundred years old would at least be worthy of the reputation of an immortal cultivator, wouldn't it? Otherwise, what's the point of all the effort involved in cultivating immortality?
"Based on your master's talent, if it were tens of thousands of years ago when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was rich, you would definitely be able to cultivate to the level of a martial god." The older man was still very proud of his amazing cultivation of his natural spiritual roots.
Ma Yue curled his lips and said that thousands or tens of thousands of years ago, the spiritual energy in heaven and earth was abundant. No one would believe such rumors. People should be more realistic and focus on the present.
Ma Yue did not have as good aptitude for cultivating immortals as his master. He had two spiritual roots, so his cultivation was slower.
"Don't disbelieve me, my cultivation method is from the ancient great powers. Tens of thousands of years ago, the founder of this 'Ancient Vine Sutra' has already become a flying immortal, and the disciples have passed it down from generation to generation..."
"Master, tens of thousands of years ago, there was not even written language, so where did the martial arts pass down from? What about the ancestor..." Although Ma Yue was cultivating immortality, he had read a lot after all. He was a college graduate in 1991, so he had a clear understanding of basic historical knowledge.
There are written records, the earliest of which are oracle bone inscriptions from the Shang Dynasty, which date back only over 4,000 years. Egyptian civilization was even older, but only about 500 years older. How could there be tens of thousands of years of heritage when there was no written language? How could they have used chicken feathers to pass on their heritage?
What the hell are the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors? They're all just legends and fabrications, based on imagination. Do you believe stories like Nuwa mending the sky and Kuafu shooting down the sun? Bullshit! Do immortals really exist?
Tens of thousands of years ago, people were still primitive, living by fishing, hunting, and gathering. It was hard to even get enough to eat...
"To blaspheme the Immortal Ancestor will be struck by lightning."
"Boom..."
…
Poor Ma Yue was killed by a thunderbolt from Qingtian. Did he travel through time?
Damn it! These guys with pointed cheeks and animal skins... Could it be that I've really become a primitive man from tens of thousands of years ago? Ma Yue woke up and found himself lying on a bed of fur in a cave. An old primitive man and a middle-aged primitive man stared at him nervously.
“￥#%…”
The old primitive man was talking in a jumbled mess, and surprisingly, Ma Yue could understand roughly what he was saying. The information in his mind was constantly merging, the memories of his past life still there, and the memories of this life were also constantly returning to their place.
Ma Yue looked at the totem-like carvings on the stone wall before him. Primitive people weren't without faith. As for what they believed in, they imagined it, what they liked or feared, and then gave full play to their imagination... Thus, the so-called totem on the stone wall resembled the winged whales he had seen in comics in his previous life.
"@%..." Primitives had little verbal ability, relying on words and gestures for general communication. Ma Yue, lying on the animal hides in the cave, roughly integrated his memories of this life and, through a mixture of words and gestures, communicated with the old primitive man.
It’s so tiring!
The general meaning is...
The primeval man was the leader of the tribe, while the old man was a priest, the two most powerful people in the tribe. As for Ma Yue, the original owner of this body, he was like a direct disciple of the old priest, which means that Ma Yue's predecessor was the next generation of priest.
No wonder Ma Yue's current treatment is not low. He is wrapped in a large animal skin, and there is also a large animal skin underneath...
Coincidentally, the original owner of this body had also been struck by lightning the previous night. Although primitive people lived in caves, and peeing and pooping were done outside, the original owner of this body had gone out to urinate in the middle of the night and, coincidentally, was struck by lightning. Thus, the soul of Ma Yue, who had also been struck by lightning, traveled through time and occupied this body.
Ma Yue's body was only slightly disfigured, his hair a mess, but he was still a good man. After struggling for a while, Ma Yue was able to stand up.
He is not very old, about eleven or twelve years old, and a little shorter, which is normal. Among the dozens of primitive people in this cave, the tallest leader is less than 1.6 meters tall. Ma Yue is about 1.5 meters tall, which is the average height of the primitive adults in this cave.
It's not bad, it has evolved quite well. At least it's not covered with hair, and it doesn't walk with a hunched back. It's more like modern humans.
There weren't any metal tools in the cave. The sharpest tools were stone and bone, and there were even finely sharpened bone needles. Could this be considered the Neolithic Age? Looking at the animal skin clothing I was wearing, it was probably sewn with bone needles. While it might be crude and rudimentary, it was at least the beginnings of clothing.
The old man and the chief greeted everyone and began to offer sacrifices to celebrate the resurrection of Ma Yue, the young priest. The old man held a bone tool and danced in front, shaking his head...
It seems that I am really important. At least, the old primitive man and the leader value me very much.
Where's the Neolithic Age? No pottery? Just this dry barbecue?
Where's the salt? Without it, what's the taste of food?
Maybe I remembered it wrongly. Ma Yue is not an archaeologist and he only remembers history in general. Perhaps, primitive people with Paleolithic stone tools could also do such delicate work as grinding bone needles.
Ma Yue had read some time-travel novels in his previous life. The awesome time travelers came to primitive society and made pottery, salt, fences, and crops. It was all so awesome...
The problem was, Ma Yue didn't know anything, and he didn't bring Baidu with him when he traveled through time, so how could he remember the process so clearly? As a time traveler, it was a bit embarrassing.
(For the sake of convenience, future conversations will not use strange symbols.)
"Eat!" The chief distributed food, giving it to the old primitive high priest first. After all, Ma Yue, the young priest, had some kind of priority in food distribution. The old primitive high priest received a grilled fish about 30 centimeters long, while Ma Yue's was nearly 20 centimeters long.
This is pretty good. For most primitive people, two or three people were only given one fish, which was not enough to eat. If they had some unfamiliar fruits, they would just starve.
At least you guys cleaned it up properly, without even scraping off the scales, let alone the internal organs and gills...
Fortunately, there is fire. If there is no fire, how can we live?
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